Waldemai cheers for Grandmaster Beaumont! "Huzzah! Huzzah!" More fights!

Beaumont swaggers over to Adder, giving the man an upnod. "Good to see you Boss. You fighting tonight? Looks like we have Agnarr here and me. Luca was supposed to fight too but he's chasing his wife all over creation." He gives a shrug and a nod to Agnarr. "Northern savagery will go far, but don't forget the value of showmanship." Then Valencia greets him and he turns and sweeps a bow toward her with a sly sort of wink. "Thank you for cohosting with me, but the Champions Guild is happy to show off for a good cause. Or for any cause at all, really." Then he mutters something low to Adder.

Arm in arm, Isabeau and Alis make their way towards the Arena so that they can watch the Champions strut their stuff. The warrior of the two glances around to spot a good table, and nods towards it before leading them in that direction. "This should be fun. Do you want something to drink, Issy?"

Lucita looks over toward Adder and the other man as Agnarr speaks of who they are. She replies to Agnarr "Yes, watch. Figured if maybe start to see how folks move during a fight, maybe...maybe I'll do better trying to keep out of their way if I have to." She nods politely to the others who are less familiar to her. "Your tips that you gave me helped some. I didn't take any hits on my wrist or hand when I finally had a spar, lost it, but managed to give a few small nicks, and managed to dodge till they started to tire out." A little wave and a smile is given Valencia when she spots her.

The little vixen's cheeks flush a kiss and she offers a warm incline of head, and the offer of a delicate hand, apparently forgotten in her rush to get here. "No, truly, the honour is ours. I have wanted us to champion good causes together for quite some time," Valencia assures Beaumont, "As I said, I am heartened that this will be the first of many. And, I must apologize. A friend, a very dear friend was hurt and I was sitting with him. I hope you can forgive me for not being here to greet you all."

"I suppose I could," Adder says to Beaumont. "Showing off for a good cause, and all that." He is wearing a fine suit, smooth wool and silk, but seems game enough. He tilts a look at Valencia around Beamont's shoulder, and then grabs his glass to aim a faint smile at the remains of the drink inside before polishing it off.

And then Beaumont is straightening as the event begins in earnest. "Ladies and Gentlemen, friends highborn and low, please direct your attention to my lovely and unique co-host this evening, the proprietress of the Golden Hart herself. The brains to my brawn, the beauty to my beast," and here he flips those golden curls again, flashing that polished smile at the crowd, "my temporary partner in crime, Princess Valencia Velenosa!"

2 Kennex corsairs, 3 Iron Guardsmen arrive, following Titania.

Waldemai applauds for Princess Valencia.

"True enough. But some folk like entertainment. Someone told me being big's gimmick enough, so ain't too bothered to try," states Agnarr to Beaumont and Adder both, addressing the men and bobbing his helmed head absently. Even when the event proper begins, he isn't standing yet, rubbing at his nose and finishing his glass. "So long as that savagery wins their trifles of the day..."

It likely comes as little surprise that Princess Isabeau Valardin has found fit to attend a champions grandstand hosted by her big brother, Beaumont. And, so, too has Princess Alis Valardin arrived as well. The pair of princesses look every bit matching and opposing; they both have donned finery in brilliant blue and white, but Isabeau is clad in a flattering gown while Alis has come in armor. "Wine would be wonderful," she replies to her cousin's question, relinquishing her grasp on the other woman so that service in some fashion can be achieved. Standing their by her seat, she waves enthusiastically to the Guildmaster, as if perhaps he might somehow miss her in the crowd.

"Lucita? Training?" Amarantha feigns shock as she teases her cousin. "And here I thought you'd just come to gawk at handsome men." The blonde glances at Adder and Beaumont in turn, studying them briefly before looking back at Agnarr and Lucita. "Personally, I'd love to see some northern savagery." A faint smile tugs at the corners of her lips. And then she's quiet, listening to the hosts start off the event.

Isabeau has joined the ringside table.

Adder's smile catches her off guard and her the flush in her cheek deepens dramatically. She is about to greet him formally, but the gallant Beaumont is there to take charge and introduce her to the crowd. She offers Adder a little nod and Beaumont a smile and she sets off to the sands to make introductions and formally start the event, pausing to smile and nod to Lucita and Waldemai, who seems to make her smile blossom even more.

Alis has joined the ringside table.



Gracefully clad in a simple fine linen gown that embraces slender waist enticing hips, Valencia steps into the center of the Ring of Valor. She waits a moment as the sound of merriment and chatter fades and offers a gracious incline of her head and welcoming smile to those gathered in the arena.

Leana, an Igniseri Guard arrives, following Luis.

"My lords and ladies, misseres and madams, dearest friends, again, welcome to my Hart,” she begins calling out to the crowd, her voice ringing out bright and clear across the massive hall. “Tonight we are very lucky to share with you a demonstration by some the most extraordinary gifted duellists in the all of Avrum as the Champions Guild joins us here tonight in support of the many families and businesses that were harmed by the recent fire in our city.

”I am very honoured and grateful to tell you that, in true heroic form, the Champions Guild are generously gifting all donations collected by the Hart tonight to help those most seriously affected by the fire. Any funds left over to be used for the creation of a fire brigade to help combat future emergencies. These are hard times for many, but if we all pull together we can make a difference.”

”Thank you from the bottom of my heart to the Champions Guild, Peerless Adder and Grandmaster Valardin for your generous support those in need in our city and for joining us for the first of hopefully many such events to come. We look forward to working with you in future. And thank you to all those here today for your compassion and generosity in supporting this very good case.

Titania comes walking down from the room up stairs looking around, her ocean blue eyes see who is here, she moves to lean on the wall as Valencia speaks watching the princess.

“And now, let us all come together and enjoy evening of good friends and unparalleled skill. Please allow me to welcome Prince Beaumont Valardin, Grandmaster of the Champions Guild, and the man responsible for making this charity event happen, to lead us through tonight’s remarkable program,” she smiles and bows gracefully to the man as he steps onto the sands and turns on last time to speak to the crowd, calling out, “Thank you for being so dear to our Hart. Much light, luck and love to you all!”

Waldemai cheers for Princess Valencia.

Adder applauds lightly for Valencia, looking impressed with her gracious hosting.

"Not for free," says Agnarr to Amarantha, a faint hint of wryness to his manner. Then he finally stands as Valencia begins the program proper, dusting off his lap with gauntleted hands and exhaling before giving a slight bit of leather-palmed applause. He picks up his warsword and joins his fellow champions.

Captain Reedy, a Telmarine military aide arrives, following Corban.

Kit, the grey fox, a tiny man with a BIG unpronounceable name, Corban arrive, following Monique.

Lucita claps for Valencia and her speeches and for the Champions. She looks over to Amaranthra and says in a droll tone. "Yes, me. Who would have expected it. Life takes some strange turns sometimes. " She grins and says to her cousin, "Come meet Agnarr. Agnarr, that's my cousin, Lady Amarantha Sanna. Mara, Agnarr was nice enough to swat at me a few times with a practice blade and taught me how to block some blows so I don't get a hand lopped off." She pauses then says "You've met Princess Valencia, yes, and Waldemai Ishenhu up in the rafters there, he's a smith, a nice man who likes music."

Isabeau claps politely for Valencia's hart-felt (haha!) introduction, offering the other princess a glowing smile from her seat by the ringside.

Beaumont steps onto the sands and pauses to take Valencia's hand as they pass, bowing over her hand in thanks and then taking the center stage with a cocky grin. "As Princess Valencia said, thank you for joining us this evening. It is for a very good cause after all. You can give your donations to me once the fights are over or to Princess Valencia, but for now it's on to the fighting! First we'll start with Agnarr, a man so nice they named him... once! Let's hear it for Agnarr!"

Waldemai cheers Agnarr! (Ale must be flowing up in the rafters already.)

Corban makes his way in alongside Lady Monique, his arm in hers, linked together. He looks -- tired. And a bit haggard. At the same time, though, with the announcement of Agnarr, he lets out a strong whistle. "Honor defended at reasonable rates!" he calls out, in what has to be his slogan now, clearly.

"Nothing good ever is." Amarantha says with a chuckle. As Agnarr leaves, the blonde turns towards her cousin with a raised eyebrow. "You up for a drink, Lucita? I have so much to tell you." There is a glimmer of mischief in her blue-green eyes as she glances towards the bar. "I've met Princess Valencia. Lovely woman, though we didn't have much chance to talk. Can't say I've ever run into this Waldemai."

Absently nodding to Lucita's words and looking Amarantha over, Agnarr then moves to join his place in the programme. Despite his efforts, he can't quite avoid looking like he's mildly disinterested in the whole affair. Still, he lifts a massive, gauntleted mitt when Beaumont calls his name, adding in a voice loud enough to carry, "Aye. That'd be me. Parents couldn't afford the second name, but your honor ... ain't needing me to have a proper name. Or something like that."

Alis pours both herself and Isabeau a glass of wine when the bottle she asked for is dropped off. Unfortunately for her cousin with more propriety, Alis is full of loud claps and cheers and whistles. Completely unabashed about rather vociferous and boistrous support for the fighters.

The little vixen graciously lowers her eye and smiles demurely as Beaumont takes her hand, and then blushes a little more at his words. There is a glimmer in her dark eyes and she nods again, slipping away at first opportunity offering a warm smile to Agnarr as he sets foot on the sands. Valencia glances over her should one more time and moves to greet Luicta and Amarantha, oferring each a warm hug and a word of welcome, before moving to say welomce Corban and Monique as well, "I'm so glad you are both here," she beams, offering a warm incline of head. Titania gets a big hug and light peck upon the cheek as per tradition and she moves to green and welcome Alis and Isabeau in turn, "My dearest princesses, I am so glad to see you in my Hart. I hope this will be the first of many times."

Adder chuckles at something - perhaps Corban's call. "We should steal that. Or properly, claim it." He all but winces at Agnarr, and raises his voice. "We'll work on it, big guy. Do well and perhaps Honor will have enough need to send your parents several names' worth."

Lucita cheers and claps as Agnarr is announced. Valencia's hug is returned with another smile and she nods to Amarantha. "Of course. Yes, up for a drink and am interested in what has been happening since saw you last." Before taking a seat she smiles a greeting to Monique and Corban and laughs softly hearing some of the exchanges.

Beaumont draws his own sword now, saluting Agnarr. "And now in a match between civility and savagery, between brute strength and fine finess, please allow myself to introduce... myself." He smiles at the crowd, those big blue eyes bright and shining in the face of battle to come. "Prince Beaumont Valardin, Grandmaster of the Champions Guild, voted three times as Champion's Best Hair." He strikes a valiant pose. "For glory and honor and those poor children left homeless in the fire, we fight!"

Monique enters on Corban's arm, waving to everyone, sending off smiles of greeting and clapping racously for Agnarr's announcement. At Corban's words, a smile tugs at the corner of her mouth and she leans up to whisper to him.

Waldemai cheers for Prince Beaumont. He is an equal opportunity serial cheerer, at least at the fights.

Alis is always amused when Beaumont starts with the show for people; especially the poses. She ducks her head this time to sto herself from laughing though, and then turns to sot Valencia. "Princess Valencia. I'm glad to be here and help support a wonderful, worthy cause. You always host the finest events."

Agnarr can't help but chuckle to himself when he is toted as 'brute strength', even though it's largely true. He slowly works his warsword free from its baldric, gripping it, although his guard from the roof is rather at ease. "Aye, for Beaumont's hair," he concurs - and more firmly, "And the children and the fire."

Monique watches, and eyes Beaumont's steelsilk gloves, letting out a whistle to Corban. "That's a touch overkill, isn't it? Talk about stacking the deck. Still, given that I had them made, I can vouch for the superb quality of Mistress Petal's creation!"

Agnarr wields a monstrous sword of war with a long banded grip.

Beaumont wields Compensator, a two-handed redsteel sword.

"Perfect! I'm just dying for some whiskey." Amarantha replies, all too eager to lead Luctia off towards the bar. Weaving through the crowd, the blonde finds a few empty seats for them to steal. "At some point I need to show the song I'v--" Her words are cut off by a bit of unaccepted laughter. She shakes her head and slips onto a seat. "The song I've been working on." Blue eyes are drawn to the fight about to start and Mara pauses, asking, "Who do you think will win?"

Corban chuckles at Monique and looks back towards the ring. "Well," he says. "They are quite handsome. It adds a certain element to the fight, I think. A notable accessory that makes the Prince stand out from the rest." As if he were a character in some sort of fighting play.

A fight has broken out here. Use @spectate_combat to watch, or +fight to join.

Isabeau may be more subdued when compared to her more vocal cousin, but she is neither silent nor still as Agnarr and Beaumont begin their little battle. When the Velenosian princess approaches their table, Isabeau is belated in drawing her attention shy of the match-up, but eventually acknowledges Valencia with glowing words, "Your venue really is a wonder, your highness. I am certain that the Grandmaster is very appreciative of your services!"

Lucita claps for Beaumont as he announces himself then takes a seat where she can watch the fight. "I don't know. Have never seen Prince Beaumont fight. Who do you think?" Her words trail off as the fight begins.

Conker, the Ornery Red Squirrel, Dame Barkley, a chocolate tri beagle arrive, following Joslyn.

Lucita has joined the bar.

Adder rests his ankle on his opposite knee as the exhibition begins. His dark eys cut from the men in the ring to various faces in the crowd, guaging attention, reactions, who knows what else?

A messenger arrives, delivering a message to Titania before departing.

"Very well," says Beaumont as they square off. "Honors to the cheering crowd," and he salutes them with his giant sword. "And honors to my worthy opponent. Agnarr, when you're ready!"

Amarantha has joined the bar.

Though he isn't as good at projecting a captivating front, Agnarr knows, at least, how to hold his weapon up in his face and salute Beaumont with the sword. And then, reassuming a guard position with the point low and forwards, he nods to his opponent. "Come at me." It's on.

Slipping into the bar, clad only in her silks and armed only with a smile, the Champion Lady Joslyn Stonewood enters, a winning smile flashing towards the occupants of the room, and a slink of her hips as she surveys the area, wiggling fingers to some familiar faces as she moves to the bar to take a seat.

The room springs to life as the first of the Champions prepare to square off. The bar does a fast business and the Hart's staff are keep busy bringing drinks to the thirsty crowd, including one daring pretty little buxom brunette who easily scales up the ladder and walks the wooden beams to bring Waldemai a big bright smile and wink, along with pitcher of ale on the houses as is customary.

Valencia gives Alis a bright smile her herself, "Thank you so much for attending, Princess Alis. I'm so very happy to see you here. And you are so very kind to say so, Princess Isabeau. I hope this means we will see more of you in our Hart," she nods graciously, stealing a look to the sands, apparently the little vixen is /very/ fond of the matches.

Corban looks over at Joslyn, eyeing her hairpins with a baleful look. You won't get him again, hairpins! But his eyes are quickly drawn to the fight in the ring, watching it intently, the skill and so on.

Beaumont and Agnarr engage, and for all his swagger it seems the Valardin prince knows how to handle his massive sword. He grasps it in a firm - but not tight - grip and advances on Agnarr, sword at the ready. He swings it up but Agnarr blocks, and he brings it around to parry the return attack.

Beaumont takes serious damage.

Agnarr takes minor damage.

Waldemai shouts, "Woof! That's gotta hurt!"

Titania moves to hugs Valencia and give her cheek a peek and then she gets a letter and a seriounesss comes about her and she turns heading for the door.

A messenger arrives, delivering a message to Titania before departing.

"My pride will be injured if the North does not prevail." Amarantha says dryly, rolling her blue eyes. "But I'm betting on Agnarr. Big sword seems like a safe gamble." She muses, after ordering herself a whiskey and Lucita a glass of wine.

Monique cheers the fighters heartily, leaning aside to Amarantha, who she of course doesn't know but finds herself near by. "Same. He's got quite the pair of arms. Like mountains!"

Nonetheless, Agnarr himself, while certainly less appealing to watch in motion than his opponent, does have a certain brutal efficiency to his movement and manner. He narrowly escapes harm that first exchange, the sharp steel scraping off his plate - his first counter is parried, but then he seizes the opportunity and throws a highly committed cut right into a gap he perceives. And it seems he is right - he scores a cut in the prince's arm through his clothing, drawing blood.

That her brother happens to be wearing the steelsilk gloves that gave to him, well, that just pleases Princess Isabeau as much as rum punch. She even goes so far as to very vocally 'ooh!' and 'ahh!' as the first strike from Agnarr is parried. However, she does little more than lift her chin when Beaumont is gotten the better of on the second swing; that she doesn't flinch might speak to some measure of practice to keeping her composure. But, the night is yet young. She offers small conversation to her tablemate(s) in the meanwhile.

Noting the look, Joslyn looks over at Corban, shooting him a bright smile, dipping her head with a smirk, before turning to watch the fight, sipping on some wine.

Wandering into the arena area, Eilonwy scans the space with a hopeful expression. She studies each face and her shoulders droop a bit. Finding a seat to watch the fighters from, she angles to try and get a spot where she isn't bothering anyone else.

Beaumont cuts his opponent, but is cut in return and backs off, raising his sword to salute his opponent. "Good hit, bad trade," he says with a grin to Agnarr and then raises his voice to address the crowd. "Ladies and Gentlemen, I present the victor! It seems northern savagery has carried this first fight! I give you..... Agnarr!!!!"

Waldemai cheers for Agnarr! "Well struck, sir! Well struck!"

Corban whistles again, pleased at the victory for Agnarr and leaning over to murmur something to the Lady Monqiue next to him as he does.

"Mountains, indeed." Amarantha says with a chuckle. As Agnarr wins, she raises her glass in a quiet cheer.

Isabeau is overheard praising Agnarr for: First victor of the evening! Well struck!

Alis is overheard praising Agnarr for: Well done!!

Valencia draws in a deep breath and seems to relax a little, her dark glimmering eyes scanning the room to ensure that all is well and everyone is enjoying themselves. "If you will pardon me, highnesses, I should greet our newly arrived guests. If you should need anything, please ask. It is yours. Enjoy the event," the little raven haired princess smiles as she slips to welcome Joslyn with a warm hug and alight kiss upon the cheek and then, noting Eilonwy, who seeems a little shy, "I am so glad you are here. Let me send over Anna to get you a drink. Would you care to join me at my table," she invites, pausing but a moment to offer a round of applause and cheers for both combatants!

"He'd have bled me out of armor," Agnarr states, as if not to underplay his opponent, wiping his warsword quickly but not sheathing it. He props it on his shoulder, holding it loosely with one hand, while the other pats Beaumont right on the shoulder. "The north prevails, looks like. We'll see how it goes against the next." Now he seems a little more into it, or at least blood pumping makes it hard to look bored.

Lucita says, "Lady Monique Greenmarch, my friend, and Lord Corban Telmar, This is my cousin Lady Amarantha Sanna. She grew up in Granato with me but married out of family. If you see doubles of her, only to be expected, her identical twin, Princess Astraea is here in Arx also." She claps for both of the opponants in the battle just ending. "Well fought!""

"Oh, Princess Valencia, so good to see you!" Joslyn smiles, squeezing her tight and returning that kiss on the cheek. "I trust you've been well?" she smiles, looking to Lucita and dipping her head. "Happy to hear your progress. I wish I could have seen your first spar."

2 Kennex corsairs, 3 Iron Guardsmen leave, following Titania.

"The north prevails, for now! But for the first time in our vaunted history of the Champions Guild, the Peerless Adder has agreed to take to the sands. For glory! And honor! And of course those children, let's not forget the children." Beaumont smiles at the crowd. "Remember that we do this for the children, so please be generous in your donations. All the proceeds after the purses are given will go directly to helping those injured and displaced in the fire so recently in our fair city. And for that, the Peerless Adder, patron of the Champions Guild, has agreed to fight for you today! Cheer him on as he fights Agnarr!" Beaumont leads the cheering even as he steps to the side to give them room to fight.

Adder applauds politely, standing up from his seat and calling out, "A little blood is no mean price to pay for charity, hm? Less than was given by those who have bravely fought to save this city from fire and invaders." He casually unbuttons his jacket, leaving it atop his stool all piled with his scarf. A word is exchanged aside with Beaumont as he passes, seemingly unconcerned about his fine silk shirt.

Corban rises to his feet when Lady Lucita brings over Lady Amarantha to greet them, dipping his head. "Lady Lucita, a pleasure. And Lady Amarantha. Welcome to Arx." A respectful dip of head to her. "We are glad to have you here. You came to a good show." He turns and gestures. "Might I introduce my dearest friend, Lady Monique."

Monique cheers loud for Agnarr's win, and then turns aside to Lucita and Amarantha. "A great pleasure, Lady Sanna. Any friend of Lady Lucita's is a friend of ours. She is a great benefit to her House, and to the Compact. Welcome to you and your twin. I've always wondered at the specific bond between twins. Do you find it a very strong thing, my lady?" She turns briefly to applaud the newest contestants.

"And I you, Lady Joslyn. I am fine, concerned for friends hurt, but it is my hope they will recover soon," Valencia nods, her expression flecked with worry. She looks over her shoulder and the worry grows as Titania departs suddenly. Turning back she smiles to Joslyn again, "Will you be ... oh," she pauses looking over as Adder takes the sands, "I... I did not know he would be stepping on sands," she says quietly turning her body to watch fully now, eyes riveted on the men in the center of the ring of honour.

Valencia claims this!

Looking at Valencia, Eilonwy shakes her head-resolved not to impede on the princess' space. She laces her fingers on the table and inspects the fighters curiously, noting the weapons like its more a lesson than a display of prowess.

"I'll let it be known that any that wish to face me, I will stand and take the challenge," Joslyn says to what she assumes is the unspoken question from Valencia. "You know I can't avoid a fight for too long."

This time, Agnarr seems a smidge less confident than the earlier match. His pale eyes pass over the people present, but don't linger, nodding to congratulations here and there - and then his pale gaze moves to Adder who steps up to the challenge. "Now here's the Peerless to prove his title, looks like," he says to all and sundry.

Whatever manner of conversation is taking place between the pair of Valardin princesses at the ringside table, it has struck Alis into something of a darker expression while drawing some of the warmth from Isabeau's otherwise sunny smile. But, when it is announced that Adder himself will take to the sands, Isabeau's interest turns back toward the middle of the arena. This'll be guuuuuud.

"Here for the children," Adder corrects, a touch wry. "I got out of the business of dueling some time ago." And in a whisper loud enough for most anyone to hear, he adds: "Take it easy on me?"

"A pleasure to meet you both." Amarantha says with a polite smile. "As for my twin, I suppose we have a strong bond." The blonde shrugs, leaning back in her seat. Slender fingers tap against the side of her glass. "We're opposites. Reflections of eachother in nearly every way. Besides our looks."

Lucita blushes a little at Joslyn's comment. "It was my other cousin that did the spar. Your teaching let me manage a few nicks and dodge her enough to start to tire her before I lost." She then gestures when the conversation between Monique and Mara permits, says. Lady Amarantha Sanna is one of my two cousins who recently moved to the city. Mara, this is Lady Joslyn Stonewood, a small weapons instructor and amusing friend."

Adder lifts an unadorned steel longsword and gives a slight bow to Agnarr across the sand. "At your mark," he says.

Valencia glances to Eilonwy and does not press, respecting the woman's wish to not join at this time. A little grin is offered to Joslyn as she answers the little vixen often asked question, and then she is turning her dark eyes back to the ring again, "He is rather... charming, yes?" she asks Joslyn with a little lift of brow. "I have heard the name before but I have never seen the man. I am so honoured he would do this for us."

"As you please," answers Agnarr to Adder, but he doesn't seem terribly serious. And then it begins.

A fight has broken out here. Use @spectate_combat to watch, or +fight to join.

"So are you the good twin or the bad twin?" asks Lord Corban of Amarantha, not meaning too much by it as idle banter as the new fight breaks out. He then blinks his eyes a few times, working to keep them open as he takes in the match.

Adder feints - idle, or testing? Hard to say, though it certainly comes nowhere near connecting. He's quick enough on his feet as he tests, though, despite his lazy demeanor.

Alis takes deliberate care to turn back to turn towards the new match as it begins, intent on watching the fight and continuing her quiet conversation with Isabeau. Her darker expression lightens considerably after she's said her piece, at least.

"We all must start somewhere," Joslyn assures Lucita with a big smile. "All the same, I'm proud to have been your instructor. I look forward to providing any further lessons you might need in the future," she nods to Mara. "Mara is it? It's a pleasure!" With a glance to Valencia, Joslyn nods. "I rarely see him, myself. I've never sat down and spoke with him, and I honestly doubt he'd know who I was if I didn't give him my name first," Joslyn smirks a moment. "But that's not the worst thing in the world."

Meanwhile, Agnarr seems to be taking it a lot more seriously - but then again, he always looks serious. No clear victor yet.

"Bad is such a subjective word." Amarantha says with a tiny smile. With all the nobles coming and going, she seems a bit distracted. Half watching them, half watching the fight. "Lady Joslyn. Honored to meet you." She says, offering the Stonewood a nod. "I believe I've met the Voice of your house once or twice. Lady Arianna."

Adder is far outweighed by both the man he faces, and his weapon. Now, he seems to be paying attention, throwing himself out of the way of Agnarr's swings, boots kicking up sand. He has a hard time getting close enough to score any hits on Agnarr, though, the tip of his sword only grazing metal once.

"I feel horribly rude," Valencia confesses with wince. "I have not thanks him properly, nor have I introduced myself. I fear my manners are abysmal. I hope he forgives me. This new partnership is one I cherish so very much," the little vixen says. "To have The Champions champion our causes with their events here. It really was Grandmaster Beaumont's very clever and kind gesture to do this. He's a very lovey man," she smiles and then winces as a series of vicious blows are dealt.

True to expectations, the fight that takes place between Agnarr and Adder proceeds apace in an exciting fashion and Princess Isabeau watches both fighters dodge and parry with avid interest. Of course, Champions are more than merely fighters; they're showmen (and women)!

Though he's hardly slow despite his size, Agnarr's weapon does require much more committment to every stroke, swing, and thrust, making it difficult for him to recover from all his apparent misses on Adder. Still, there is no obvious victor.

Adder is agile, it's true, but in a confined space, there's only so long that can keep him safe. He tries to twist out of the way of a massive, two handed thrust and miscalculates..or maybe he's tiring. The silk parts over his ribs, and a red line opens up along his skin in the wake of Agnarr's blade. Dropping his own weapon hand, Adder straightens, lifing his free hand in a gesture of acquiescene. "I yield," he says easily, his voice carrying and steady despite the blood that begins to well out of the wound. "Well fought, Agnarr One Name."

Lucita says, "Now that is some dodging. Did you see that Mara, moving almost before the blade started to angle toward them. Just don't have the instinct to do that. Music, now that is a different matter." She claps for both Adder and Agnarr. "That was a really good match, so evenly skilled.""

Even so, it is barely a grazing wound that Agnarr manages upon Adder, when normally a full-powered cut from the thing is the kind that lops off both legs at once. Of course, the massive northman's also controlling his blade so as not to kill opponents. "Only my luck," he says to Adder, panting softly with the effort and backing away. Before he can say anything more - a man in Redrain's livery interrupts him. Grumbling to himself, he states to the arena in general : "Sorry to interrupt the show. Got something at the villa to deal with ... be back." And with that, he follows after the man, still fully harnessed.

Beaumont grins widely as the fight comes to an end. "Well fought indeed," he shouts loudly in front of all assembled as he steps to the center of the fighting ring, enthusiastically clapping his hands. "Agnarr One-Name, Scion of the frozen north, mighty in battle and champion of charity! Let's hear it for their fight, folks!"

Adder drops simple steel sword.

Valencia gasps softly as Agnarr's blade parts Adder's flesh and she winces a moment and then she is cheering and applauding the pair. "Bravo! Well fought!" she calls out.

Of course, there's time for Agnarr to raise his hand in triumph when Beaumont calls. Then he hurries away, ordering a server, "Leave me a botttle when I'm back."

Captain Reedy, a Telmarine military aide leaves, following Corban.

Adder lets his sword fall carelessly to stick into the sand and applauds at Beaumont's call, gesturing first to the (departing) Agnarr and then around at the spectators, as if to include them in the ovation.

Monique applauds heartily for the match, but then rises, leaning in to murmur something to Corban. That done, she waves to the others and slips out.

Kit, the grey fox, a tiny man with a BIG unpronounceable name leave, following Monique.

"Quite impressive." Amarantha agrees, sitting down her whiskey. "You must let me tag along to your next training session." At the mention of music, she raises an eyebrow. "Oh, weren't we just talking about music? I fear I forgot what you asked me in the hustle and bustle of things."

Folks, if you haven't handed a donation to the Princess Valencia or myself, don't forget to donate! We hope you enjoyed our Champions' Guild Throwdown. If you were entertained even a little, I beg of you open those wallets for those who have lost everything. Tonight we championed those most harmed in the fire, and they were the true winners!"

Valencia excuses herself and goes to congratulate the combatants and thank them properly, approaching each with a bright and gracious smile and offer of a delicate hand, finally able to introduce herself to Adder, once he is treated by the Arena's mercies. "My apologes for my rudeness in not welcoming you properly. Thank you so very much for all this, sir."

Waldemai sends down a small, commoner-sized pouch of coins.

Adder echoes Beaumont, giving an imploring look at those nearest the edges of the fighting ring. "Please do," he urges. "Show your generosity. Let us indulge in the fiction that we are yet honorable knights and soldiers." A smirk curves his lips at his little joke, and he turns to Valencia. "Me? I did nothing but bleed on your floor. Thank you for the venue."

The unexpected ending of the impressive contest between Agnarr and Adder leaves Isabeau looking just this side of surprised. Still, she lifts her glass to the victor even as he heads off to handle his bidness elsewhere and then exchanges a look with Princess Alis from across their shared table.

Lucita says, "Oh, I almost forgot what we were talking about, myself. Song...song, oh, yes, writing a song together." She sends a little pouch of coins over to Beaumont discretely."

"You are most welcome at your pleasure, sir. You have done far more than that, though your modesty is as noble as your calling," Valencia smiles graciously. "I hope you will join us again sometime. If not as combatant but as my guest. Both you and Grandmaster Beaumont, if it pleases."

Beaumont bows to Lucita, and then Alis, and Waldemai in turn as they donate to the children. "I'm overwhelmed," Beau says. "When someone next asks - won't someone think of the children? I will know whose names to answer them with." He gives Lucita a wink and a smile, continuing to shake hands and introduce him and yes, sign the occasional autograph.

Alis smiles at Isabeau and leans over to murmur to her quietly before standing from the table so she can approach her other cousin Beaumont. "Well done event, Prince Beaumont. I hope to see more of these." If he allows, she'll press a kiss to his cheek and then press a pouch of silver into his hand as a personal donation.

Checking her bag, Amarantha removes a small pouch of coins. "I'd love to write a song together. It feels as if it's been far too long since we last collaborated." She says before handing the pouch off to one of the Hart's waiters. "What's the inspiration?"

Isabeau leaves her empty wine glass on the table and moves to follow along in her armored companion's wake, approaching Beaumont with an easy smile to announce within easy earshot of the rest of the arena, "House Valardin will offer one hundred thousand silver to the Champions for their services, for the children, and for our future fire brigade..."

The little southern princess turns to smile as Amarantha's gift arrives presented a heavy pouch. Valencia looks positively touched and goes to hug the woman in her excitement. "Thank you, Lady. This is.. this is wonderful!" she nods and hugs her again.

Turning to face Amarantha. "Lady Arianna? Yes, she's really something else, isn't she?" Joslyn smiles, tilting her head curiously as she bites her lip. "If Lady Lucita is okay with it, I'd be happy to have you stand in and watch our next lesson."

"I'm sure it will," Adder tells Valencia with a slow, slight smile. His eyes cut to Isabeau and dark brows quirk in. "What a generous contribution, Your Highness. We thank you." He lays an arm across his waist and bows over it, careful not to bump the bandage that has been affixed around his ribs beneath his unbuttoned shirt by the attendants.

Alis steps back so that Isabeau can see to the family donation; another smile appearing. And with a quick, light squeeze to her cousin's arm she takes her leave.

Beaumont leans over and kisses Alis on the cheek in return, and then just tosses his hair as his sister offers a stunningly large gift. "Well Isa, I hoped you would come through for me and you certainly did. You are absolutely stellar, thank you." Sometimes he's charming. Mostly he's charming, of course he is with those big blue eyes and long, long lashes.

Lucita laughs softly at the wink she is given and returns the smile. "Over three years since we created songs together, Mara. Not since you got married and left." She glances toward Joslyn as she continues. "Mara is fine to watch though will warn you, she is likely to want to join in."

Alis has left the ringside table.

Sir Rhys, a Valardin Knight leaves, following Alis.

Ryder the falcon arrives, delivering a message to Waldemai before departing.

Valencia is overheard praising Beaumont for: A true champion of charity! Thank you!

Waldemai gets messengers. Fortunately it's a falcon who arrives to deliver for the rafters. Waldemai nods and swings down, ambling more quickly than usual.

Waldemai has left the upper rafters.

Standing next to one another, it's easy to see the resemblance between Isabeau and her big brother, although there is something of an almost comical disparity in height. "...and I always will for you, Beau," comes her reply in kind, though her blue-eyed attention has shifted to the slightly bloodied bit on her brother's ensemble.

"Three very cold, cold years." Amarantha says with a mock shiver. It's followed by another quick sip of whiskey. "And Lucita, you're so cruel to me!" She protests with a chuckle, throwing up her hands. "I'm a scholar not a fighter. I'd never ever want a chance to beat you up." The sparkle in her ocean blue eyes gives the lie away. "You've gone and mistaken me for Astraea again."